Still, I am.

Years ago I spilled my thoughts,
Across the pages here,
The way to let my feelings out,
Rather than give into my fears.

And yet here today years have gone
I return just as the same,
The same frightened, abused child,
Withered, lost, in pain.

I am no longer a teenager,
It's no longer 'teenage angst'
Its eating away inside of me,
My face, stone cold, and blank.

I wan't so much to feel normal,
To feel free inside my head,
The emptiness is killing me,
And soon
I
Will
Be
Dead